That's Lifes Endless Cycle

This is about life. How it repeats and how you can kinda find hope in its cycle...One of the most honest things i've written thus far. I dont really like the way its structured so i ll go back later and fix it but for now i just wanted it to be posted because for once im somewhat proud of something that i wrote.

Submitted: August 01, 2008

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I was working
In a nursing home.
Staring at death
everyday when I
first met her.
She also
Worked
As glorified
Toilet paper.
We started
Flirting.
Changed
Our schedules
To make sure
We would
Be working
Together.
Spent hours
After work:
Talking,
Smoking,
Laughing,
She told me
Everything then.
I just lied
And told her
I was doing the
Same.
I believed
That I had
It all figured
Out.
She wasn’t too bright
She wasn’t too pretty,
But she did have a
Great smile and
A wonderful laugh.
We would get married,
Pregnant and divorced
All in about three years.
Cramming life in as fast
As we could shove it in
Our empty pockets.
We were never too happy.
We struggled
Her and I both.
Looking back, I can
Honestly say I don’t miss her.
I don’t.
I miss the struggle.
The work.
The looking
Toward a goal.
It doesn’t matter
That we didn’t make it,
We tried
Her and I both.
She is with this cop now.
She owns a house,
still has my car and
Just had another child.
I moved to the city
Where I could get lost
And eventually find myself.
For two years I spent
My time reading, writing
And walking the dark
Streets of Chicago.
That’s when I met her.
We spent hours
Talking,
Laughing,
Flirting,
She is beautiful,
She is smart,
She has told me everything.
I lie and tell her I do the same………………..

Wow! I really, really love this piece. It is truly inspired and tragic. The structure matches the message and the lines are filled with these little gems of beautiful and poetic images and ideas. Truly great; one of my favorite pieces of yours.